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This site journals the creation of an album based on Dave Eggers' short story collection, "How We Are Hungry." There are fifteen tracks, each based on a different story from the book. Once it has been completed and refined, the album is going to be sold in benefit of the non-profit organization, 826 National, an incredible project that Dave started using the profits of his own writings. The idea behind my project is to begin bridging the gap between songwriting and other creative media, to create something that pushes the potential of an album into the realms of cross-genre works, where both works build upon each other. Also, as I have already alluded, I want to use my art to help benefit those that foster creativity in others. I've seen a lot of really awesome philanthropic project arise lately, and I hope to be a part of furthering that mentality within artists.

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March 9, 2011

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Starlings by Elbow

Here I am trying to sleep, and I absolutely can’t stop thinking about how wonderful these lyrics are. They’re like poetry and the melody is just an additional layer of beauty. Curse you and your genius, Guy Garvey.

How dare the Premier ignore my invitations?
He’ll have to go.
So too the bunch he luncheons with,
It’s second on my list of things to do.

At the top is stopping by
Your place of work and acting like
I haven’t dreamed of you and I
And marriage in an orange grove.
You are the only thing in any room you’re ever in;
I’m stubborn, selfish and too old.

I sat you down and told you how
the truest love that’s ever found
Is for oneself.
You pulled apart my theory
With a weary and disinterested sigh.

So yes, I guess, I’m asking you
To back a horse that’s good for glue
And nothing else,
But find a man that’s truer than—
Find a man that needs you more than I.

Sit with me a while
And let me listen to you talk about
Your dreams and your obsessions;
I’ll be quiet and confessional.
The violets explode inside me
When I meet your eyes,
Then I’m spinning and I’m diving
Like a cloud of starlings.

Darling is this love?